"You've never introduced me to any," I said sullenly, picking at the hem of my T-shirt.
"Ah ."
His amusement deepened, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
"You're my sexy little secret.
Have to wonder what I was thinking when I made sure we were photographed kissing in public."
"Well."
My gaze moved to the collage on the wall where that very picture could be found, a picture that had been plastered all over gossip blogs for days.
"When you put it like that ."
Gideon laughed, and the sound spread through me in a heated rush of pleasure.
"I've introduced you to a few of my friends when we've been out."
"Oh."
I'd assumed everyone I had met at the events we'd attended were business associates.
"But keeping you all to myself isn't a bad idea."
I shot him a look and revisited the point I'd made when we argued about my going to Vegas instead of Phoenix.
"Why can't you be the one lying around na**d waiting to be f**ked?" "Where's the fun in that?" I shoved at his shoulders and he hauled me into his lap, laughing.
I couldn't believe how good his mood was and wondered what had set it off.
When I glanced at his monitor, all I saw was a spreadsheet that made my eyes cross and a half-written e-mail.
But something was different about him.
And I liked it.
"It'd be a pleasure," he murmured, with his lips to my throat, "to lie around with a hard-on that you rode whenever the mood struck you."
My sex clenched at the visual in my mind.
"You're making me horny."
"Good.
I like you that way."
"So," I mused, "if my fantasy is you providing around-the-clock stud servicing - " "Sounds like reality to me."
I nipped him on the jaw with my teeth.
He growled.
"Want to play rough, angel?" "I want to know what your fantasy is."
Gideon adjusted me so that I was draped across his lap.
"You."